This lady

She dances through my nightmares runs across my dreams This lady as I see her is never as she seems She takes the happy thoughts takes it from my mind Throws it in the trash never again to find I do not see her as evil for taking away my light She shows me the true people the things that are right Now I see them as they are as they are cruel as it may seem Im thankful for this lady dancing across my dreams

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